Twisting his hand and listening to the hitching in Adams breath. Riddick followed up quickly and slid in two more fingers splaying them and feeling Ad...m’s inner muscle squeeze. He had forgotten how good this could feel. Riddick began to jack himself. Adam was pushing back against him his head hanging down between his shoulders, arms still braced on the wall. He moaned. Riddick reluctantly pulled his fingers from the sexy warmth. He steadied his stance, moving closer to Adam and nudged the man’s. Once he had left, sohad most of the media circus from outside. I took off my heels andcollapsed on the sofa. Just then there was a knock on the door. My dadanswered."I don't think she wants to talk to you," I heard him say. I poked myhead out of the living room, it was Danny."It's okay Dad," I said. I'd been wanting to give him a piece of mymind."Okay Kitten," he said (there was that pet name again). He gave me alittle kiss on the forehead as he left us to it. I now had to look up athim, where. I made sure they were close enough together to build a cover for them. That was in case Tasha decided she didn’t like the industrial look after all. Thomas also cut the hole, through the back wall, for the clothes dryer vent. Obviously it wasn’t a cheap job. Thomas had a couple of his tattooed friends helping him. One of them got out of line with Tasha. She almost broke his hand.“You bitch,” he said. I happened to be standing in on the same floor. I hurried as fast as my gimpy legs. I told her I would call him and arrange it after this.My Uncle Michael, owns The Crimson Strip Club on Main Street, he’s been a great role model for me, since my Dad took off when I was just three. Everything I learned he taught me. His club is one of two in the city, but they don’t fight for competition. My Uncle's place is older and more established then the other one. I called him up on his down time, to tell him about Ellen and I.“Uncle Mike, it’s Stuart, gotta confess to you that I have a.